Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I was in the cafeteria of this large building. I had this giant balloon in the shape of a brontosaurus. I was floating and flying along the long string attached to it. Up and down and up and down.I saw Chris J. sitting there at a table, which was strange because we were never close. He didn't say anything at first. I was telling him that it's too bad he can't fly like me. And tried to give him my balloon but he explained to me that dead people can't except gifts.All of a sudden I was in my childhood home. There were old faces from when I was part of the mormon church. And some friends were there as well.Another outbreak of some kind. Zombie-like people. Survivors taking refuge in my house. At night, going to the mormon church for supplies. Looking out the kitchen window I watched people get massacred slowly. They just kept going though, like they were on autopilot. Through the trellis and gateway, only to die. Calm as a lobotomized vegetable on heroin.My parent's dog was there. On occasion she is in my dreams. She died two years ago and I never was very fond of her. That poor beast, she should have had a better home while alive.I was talking with Michael E. from high school and church about how he owned her for a little bit in my dream. Even though he never did. After a quick conversation he stood up quietly, walked to the back room and came out with a glazed look in eye.He was infected. We sent him out and a bunch of other people to, to be safe. We sent them to their deaths. We watched as they were slaughtered just outside the garden fence.We tried to watch the news to see if anything was going on.My friends from the near by college were the only ones left with me. We hear a noise in the other room. It was my ex-boyfriend Ryan makes pie and sweet tarts. He was setting them in the dishwasher after the oven. He was sobbing.We all cooked a glorious meal and sat down together. We were all happy in a really sad way. Sharing our very own last supper with each other. The presence of Christ was no where to be found. Everyone equal, always. Our last thanksgiving, everyone home for the last family dinner.We knew it was over.We broke all the water pipes in the house. Flooded everything.Once the water was up to our knees. We each dropped radios, toasters, hair dryers, whatever at the same time. It was the only way.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

I wish I had something interesting to report.I haven't really been dreaming lately.I've been quite happy actually, and making a bunch of art.School is right around the corner though.Let's see what the stress brings to my dreams.

Monday, February 16, 2009

The earlier part of my dream, the only things I can remember are that there was a ghost of a small child following me around.Not the actual figure of the kid, but it would send me text messages on my phone and talk to me while I was at home.It would tell me things that were going to happen. "160 lbs. 5'8", you won't see him coming."and when I would leave for a few days, she would text my phone "You moved? I miss you. Come home soon or I will find you."Not very scary this night, which I'm glad.I wake up, drink a glass of cranberry juice and return to bed.I'm walking with some friends and cousins. We're looking for a good place to shoot up. We hop some fences and duck under some shrubbery. They sit on the swings and start to cook up our smack, I look around and freeze. We were in my childhood backyard. I tell them about it and we all flea out the back gate down the stairs. I roll out in to the parking lot behind the house and grind my face against the pavement.A car is right behind me, following me. I start to crawl. I stand perpendicular to the ground, my face only an inch or two off the ground. I'm running as hard as I can. I make it to our get away car on the other side of the lot. It seems like everyone is situated so I jump in.We ended up going to a party. It was Christmas time and there was a tree in the living room. My friends were there, drunk as usual. Kloe Kardashian and Drew Lachey were there as well. We talked about nothing in particular. Kloe wanted a cigarette and asked if she could bum one off of me. I said yes and we went out for a smoke.We were standing in the Fred Meyer's parking lot at the back enterance waiting for a bus to take us to P.F. Changs. It was Halloween. A few girls I know from a local sorority came to join us. Katie and Tyler also came. I asked Tyler if we could go to the bank and get money out of his account so I could give it to Kyle. He said yes and we started to head that way.Then I woke up.

Friday, February 13, 2009

This is from my dream last night. I had to write it down quickly before I forgot.

There were reports of the stars being beautiful.The world was near the end of it's run, the comets were coming soon.I sat with my mother and father and aunt on the bleachers with the crowd. We just looked up in awe. I was crying. My mother held me as I wept and looked at the sky. I felt so alone. So small, and I wasn't ready to see if there is anything after this life or not. I told her I love her. And she told me that she loved me, and that everything will be alright.The sky was so big. The stars were amazing. I've never seen them look so majestic.(A quote from a favorite book of mine described it perfectly, "It was vast, and open, and thinly quiet. And I felt so small.")(In real life, I wouldn't mind what so ever to die with the world. But in my dream I was so scared.)We lived in this giant grocery store/hotel/big house. I went to my room to grab blankets for my family. Inside my kitchen there was my old co-worker Ryan. He was rummaging through people's refrigerators for food. Everyone was trying to gear up for the end.(My family is always prepared)He's stealing our food. I beat him up and drag him in to the walk-in freezer while he is unconscious. I cut off his left arm so the devil can't pull him down. I leave him there and lock the door.I go outside and they are putting people on buses. People my age that is. It felt like a field trip. We go to this place that I know is Menucha. (This place I went to when I was younger) It didn't look like it, but for some reason it was.I saw Alexis, and Sean from the college, and Robin, and Xander R, and Dustin. I sat with them on the bus and at the non existent camp fire.Kyle came. I was so glad to see him. He took my hand and we left the group. He introduced me to his girlfriend, which to me seemed like a pretty, but materialistic girl. Someone that I wouldn't think Kyle would date, or date Kyle.He gives me a bike, which isn't working very well. The back tire is out of line. We're riding through the city, through all of this trash and debris. We ride in the street then. I ask Kyle, "Do you think the trains are still running?" He says no and one pulls up right in front of him on the other side of the street. He yells at me to move for traffic and get on top of the platform. There's a fat old man there sitting on the step. Kyle's girlfriend sits down and says she can't go anymore. It's too much.Kyle kneels down and pulls out a little drug baggie with microchips in it. Between the chips, the pulls out a ring. He hands it to me, and says nothing. His girlfriend knods her head in approval. The old man leans over and says, she can't say yes unless you ask her a question.Kyle just looks at me. He tells me he loves me, and that he always will.Then I wake up to the phone ringing.